we all became aware of the ugly little automatic lying in the middle of the clear space where they had just been struggling. We gazed at it in horror. Nobody could tell how it had got there.
II
\"Whose is it?\" asked Mr. Punch hoarsely.
There was no answer.
\"It must be somebody's,\" he said, looking from face to face. \"Is it yours, Harlequin?\"
\"No,\" was the careless answer. \"I couldn't hide a gun in this union suit.\"
we all became aware of the ugly little automatic lying in the middle of the clear space where they had just been struggling. We gazed at it in horror. Nobody could tell how it had got there.
II
\"Whose is it?\" asked Mr. Punch hoarsely.
There was no answer.
\"It must be somebody's,\" he said, looking from face to face. \"Is it yours, Harlequin?\"
\"No,\" was the careless answer. \"I couldn't hide a gun in this union suit.\"
